There are a lot of things I remember in the last year of my dear friend Mary’s life.
One of the ways we were such good friends was that we bore witness to each others struggles and held the advice in check – most of the time. 726 more words
I’m on day 17 of a 365 day creative forage to rebuild my life and if you want to know more then dance over… 457 more words
It’s bloody lucky that I’m drawn to the unknown because lately it’s become closer than a lover.
If my life at the moment was an image it would look like a wild animal stepping gingerly across ground that could become quicksand or a path and each step could be the last.431 more words